I can't Burgle right now...

I can't "burgle" anyone right now. I can't "break and enter" and make off with anyone's valuables. No murders or safe cracking for me. No petty theft or arson or bank robberies in my future.

Because of my fucking thumb.

Which I burned last weekend on a Pop Tart.

Which is still healing, but is dry and cracked now and has split open.

Which would, if I committed any of those anti-social activities right now, mark the scene of the crime with a very distinctive thumbprint. Whirls, sworels and big, gaping, fucking gash where I burned myself on a breakfast pastry.

In addition to temporarily delaying my exploration of the more romantic crimes, it also hurts like a motherfucker, throbbing away. It literally can't heal quickly enough to suit me.

And now I've written about THAT...

COB out...